WHATEVER mixed opinions exist about the merits of new Wales football coach John Toshack, he can scarcely be accused of not fancying a challenge.

Toshack inherits a squad which failed at the death to qualify for Euro 2004, demonstrating en route an alarming ability to press the self-destruct button when things get tough.

Then, with the spadework of team-building seemingly done, they made an atrocious start to their World Cup qualifying campaign and at an early stage, hopes of an elusive major finals appearance are relegated to the third division status of dreams.

To compound matters yet further, Toshack must take over from Mark Hughes, who, despite failure to go that final step, is regarded as successful; a man who has booked forever his place in Welsh football's hall of affection.

Then what greets the newly-installed Toshack? A motley collection of blood-and-thunder Glyndwrites and lower-league journeymen, interspersed with a very rare world-class thoroughbred such as the aging Ryan Giggs.

Among the mix (and place them in whatever category you like) are Craig Bellamy and Robbie Savage.

Bellamy is the enfant terrible of the Premiership. A player of sublime gifts blessed with the team ethic of Lucretia Borge. As easy-going as Mike Tyson, as thoughtful as a Scud missile. A man who has no respect for authority and, even before his arrival, had questioned Toshack's credentials to manage him.

Then there's Savage. A trier to the toes of his football boots but a man with the ability to cause a row in an empty room. By self acknowledgement, the most hated man in football.

So what price Toshack? Before a ball has been kicked he's tucked in behind the eight ball. He deserves Welsh hero status just for taking the job in the first place. To succeed he will need genius, luck and the wholehearted, selfless support of every Welsh football fan and player.